L.O.V.E Lyrics

Dear black man, I love you, but fuck you

It's the way you make me want to sit back, relax in your hands

The insurance reassuring you all talk in the end

Sometimes you can handle it, and sometimes you can't

But when it comes to knit and grit, you want to fight bout a pan

What's up with all these niggas blaming they bullshit on they mans

Like, oh that's him, get your nigga, why don't y'all understand

Fuck you talking bout, finna let this nigga make you look bad

But y'all fight for us though, y'all can keep it

You're choosiness it is speaking, you only fight on the weekend, love us selectively

Solana shouldn't have to creep, cause a nigga wanna play checkers and crown his toss piece

I ain't tryna hear that bullshit, my nigga, you lost me

Man, I love a black man, but sometimes I don't want to

It's a blessing and a curse, cause they gon' fight you till they want to

If they would stop fighting for five seconds, they see we fight for them through hell to the goddamn present

Yeah, I said it, stop tryna act like we don't love y'all

I do, but I don't love how you act though

Which vow says you get to be an asshole

I'm not taking it for the sake of relationship

Nigga, you got problems, go to therapy

I'll pay for it, no I won't

But I'll go with you

You say niggas counted you out, but I never forget you

How you dogging me out

And I'm the one owning the kennel

I'm gone

My baby forgot about me

Forgot to show me the L-O-V-E

Playing surprise when I get up to leave

But I gotta go off the L-O-V-E

Come back to me

I miss my baby

I wish she would just come back to me

Driving me crazy

Why she can't just fucking listen

I don't have time for the kid shit

I'm finna throw a tantrum just so she know I'm knowin biness

Damn

I wonder what she doin for Christmas

How many kids is on her kid list

What she have for breakfast

I should call her

No

I know what I'ma do

I'ma post on Instagram looking like I ain't bothered

I'ma like a bunch of bitches pictures

Make it look like I don't like her

I don't give a fuck

I'm just trying to bust a--

Wait a minute

Y'all see where I'm going with this

All my mans had to do was show he loved sis

This nigga had an open lane and he still missed you

Shooting threes trying to fuck up her vision

Instead of chasing that feeling he chased the bitch

Instead of chasing his lady he chased wasted kids

Now how does that make sense

My baby forgot about me

Yes he did

He forgot about me y'all

Forgot to show me the L-O-V-E

Playing surprised when I get up to leave

But I gotta go

Off the L-O-V-E

I gotta go listen to some Mac Dre